Axe on Thor's Tree (St. Boniface)

Christus vincit! Christus regnat! Christus imperat!
Bonifatius! Apostolus germaniae!
(Christ has conquered! Christ reigns! Christ commands!)
(Boniface! Apostle of the germans!)

From wessex shores to pagan land
Left home behind at God's command
Forests thick with demon lore
Blood-red altars, idols of war

Tribes bowed down to thunder gods
Fear and chains beneath false lords
But rome had sent a living flame
Boniface marched in Jesus' name

No army
No crown
Only faith
To tear them down

Axe on thor's tree!
Strike the roots of pagan lies
Let the forest hear Christ rise
Break, the, idols!
Steel in hand and cross held high
False gods fall, never to rise

At geismar stood the sacred oak
Donar's throne, the demon's yoke
They waited for thunder's rage
Expected fire, divine plague

He raised the axe, the crowd held breath
One strike sounded judgment and death
The tree fell down, the crowd stood still
Christ's silence louder than thor's will

No lightning came
No God replied
The cross stood tall
The oak had died

Axe on thor's tree!
The thunder God was proven weak
Christ alone the strong, the meek
Break, the, idols!
Churches rose where demons stood
The forest turned to holy wood

Bishop forged, apostle crowned
Built Christ's kingdom on hostile ground
Monasteries, schools, and sees
Mainz became rome's spear overseas

He crushed false priests, baptized the land
Bound wild tribes with gospel command
From rhine to frisia the fire spread
Cross banners raised where war gods bled

Not conquest
But salvation's war
He fought for souls
Forevermore

Axe on thor's tree!
Builder of nations baptized in flame
Europe reshaped in Jesus' name
Break, the, idols!
From forest shrine to cathedral bell
He stormed the gates of hell

Sancte bonifati, ora pro nobis
Defensor fidei, miles christi

Old and scarred but still on fire
Returned to preach, final desire
Not with sword but book in hand
When pagan blades made final stand

They struck him down, the martyr fell
Blood baptized frisia's soil as well
But death could not undo his war
The church stood stronger than before

He fell in flesh
But rose in fame
The cross still marches
In his name

Axe on thor's tree!
Hammer of idols, saint of war
His blow still echoes evermore
Break, the, idols!
From ancient oak to modern age
Christ still rules the battlefield stage

Axe on thor's tree!
Germany baptized by blood and flame
Europe forged in boniface's name
Christ, victory, eternal!
False gods fall, the cross stands free
Saint boniface marches with me

Christus vincit
Christus regnat
Bonifatius, Apostolus germaniae
Amen
(Christ has conquered, Christ reigns!)
(Boniface, apostle of the germans! Amen)